26.Jan.12, 02:03 AM
Lymsleia fixed her eyes on the second star the sky. The hope for all the weyr, no for all of Pern.
She'd only felt the flicker of flames a green flight could bring, but had simple lain in bed and let the feelings wash over her. She'd reveled and startled in the first time a green had gone up near by. But this was in a whole other class. She couldn't tell up from down and worse yet was the bonfire this Flight lit. A green flight she'd been able to allow herself to slide into the ebb and flow, and not get tangled. This was all consuming. She closed her eyes, willing herself to separate herself from the foreign emotions that now racked her brain.
It felt - good- though. The inevitability of it all. she'd never let herself feel this sort of driving lust at the Healer Hall up North. It was work all the time and now, as she stood there, letting the emotions of the gold run wild over her, Lymsleia reveled in perhaps what'd she'd been missing. Maybe romance wasn't so bad... It had to be better than /this/.
She looked around, what males were there to chase? Any here in the crafthall that she could sink herself into chasing? She walked slowly, trying to keep the burning thoughts out of her step as the the Gold's call tried to touch every part of her being.
Fly with me.
She'd only felt the flicker of flames a green flight could bring, but had simple lain in bed and let the feelings wash over her. She'd reveled and startled in the first time a green had gone up near by. But this was in a whole other class. She couldn't tell up from down and worse yet was the bonfire this Flight lit. A green flight she'd been able to allow herself to slide into the ebb and flow, and not get tangled. This was all consuming. She closed her eyes, willing herself to separate herself from the foreign emotions that now racked her brain.
It felt - good- though. The inevitability of it all. she'd never let herself feel this sort of driving lust at the Healer Hall up North. It was work all the time and now, as she stood there, letting the emotions of the gold run wild over her, Lymsleia reveled in perhaps what'd she'd been missing. Maybe romance wasn't so bad... It had to be better than /this/.
She looked around, what males were there to chase? Any here in the crafthall that she could sink herself into chasing? She walked slowly, trying to keep the burning thoughts out of her step as the the Gold's call tried to touch every part of her being.
Fly with me.